full

When I see you skip
(as a pigtailed movie star)
along beside me;
Velcro shoes and grazed knees
up high,
I feel full.
Full of gratitude that your heart
is so light, so free
that your grey sock clad feet
cannot stay on the ground.
I feel full.
Full of contentment
that just for the moment;
that very moment
I might of
presented a world
where you shall not be grounded.

basking

Where else would you be
except here.
A king size made for three
sometimes four
when the night terrors wake.
Open all hours
for comfort and nurture.
You lie central
arms outstretched
Queen of the new world
basking
in the warmth
in the aura of love.

espresso

I don’t understand
where the water goes, you said
as you interrogated
the waste pipe plumbing
to the sink at music class.
Your three year old stature
convenient for inspection.

A quizzical look on your face
a mirror of images
in the emotions book
we had read and practised
years before:
happy, sad, confused…
And my heart exploded
with an electric shock
of love
which coursed through me.

An espresso shot
to a decaf soya latte self.

old friends 

It’s been a score of years
yet more
since we met.
First netball court foes
then school class allies
heartaches and discos
slack through the Uni years
reunited through
wedding weekends away.
And now
babies’ later
I see you afresh
sitting on tiny chair
conversing with my son
as the centre of his
three year old world.
He’s beaming
and so is my heart.

Inspired by EW chatting with my son

actually

Actually
you intrigue me now
even more dear husband.
Now he has come from you.

From your slightly scruffy beard
and slightly too long hair
ruffled brow
and middle aged tum.

Actually
I love you more dear husband
when I think of our wonderful son.
The qualities that you gave
and now encourage.
Those parts, that perhaps
time has unfairly faded in you.

Another chance
has been given
a way back to yourself
unburdened by time.

 

inspired by snoozing husband and son

only love today 

Taking a deep breath.
A second to close my eyes
to frantically search deep inside
for that last elusive sliver of calm
that appears to have got lost
along the way.
Not now.
I need you now.
Stop moving, escaping
floating away on
emotions tide.
I need you now. 

Eyes open.
Words come.
I hoping from my good place.
From the tranquil pool
cool breeze
and sun drenched land
of imagined patience.
Only love today. 

inspired by: toddler time!

moonlight

The moonlight streams in
once again enticing me
to places not yet seen.
Conjuring adventures on far off lands
in corners it’s delicate rays conceal.

The moonlight draws me in
hypnotically
like a spider to its web
through delicate whisps
of steel strength.

Not this time moonlight.
Your promise shall not be fulfilled.
My adventure is here.
Not by candlelight, nor starry breeze
But by the glow of my babies’ nightlights.

Inspired by : a full moon

right here, right now

All that matters is right here, right now.
This very moment of love and peace,
Oh so much love.
No shoes to put on, nor toys to put away.
No food to be fed, nor teeth to be cleaned.
No fight, no struggle, no for the hundredth time.
Just here, just now, you and me.

 

Inspired by: toddler cuddles

go away morning

Go away morning.
Let me lay here a
Moment longer
Surrounded by the warmth
that loves brings.
Go away morning.
I’m happy
In the relative stillness
of our family bed.

Those gentle, and not so gentle
Snores filling the air.
Four hearts beating their tunes
so close together.

Go away morning.
Let me hold on to this
just a moment longer.

 

Inspired by: a bed full of bodies 

this time it’s complicated 

This time it’s complicated my love.
With the boy, I looked into his perfect face for hours,
intoxicated by his beauty.
Just me and him, my heart pouring out love.
With you it’s different.
My love still flows, endlessly
You are perfect, a smile of innocent beauty.
A gift to which I feel undeserving.

But I am racked with guilt,
As an adulterer,
As I steal a heartfelt gaze
As your toddler brother watches on
Wondering what it all means.
Searching for reassurance.

 

Inspired by: the confusion of new baby arrival 

everyone is asleep, except me

Everyone is asleep, except me,
our newborn daughter upon my chest,
comforted by the rhythm of my heart
she knows so well.
Our toddler son, in his big boy bed
still cocooned in your arms
as you raced each other to the land of nod
through story time.

Your snores I can hear,
intertwined,
through the monitor.

Everyone is asleep, except me
And I’m grateful.

 

Inspired by: the first few nights as a mum of two